Audubon Park Crawfish Boil

We rolled out of Ville Platte with a trunk full of whiskey and a double-barreled shotgun. Six police cars were hot in pursuit, but the big rig ahead of us had his radio on and said it was clear all the way to Panama City.

Actually, Stephen, Mary, Cindy, and I loaded up the car and stopped at Stephen’s aunt’s house on the way out of town. We spent a few minutes catching up with her and hearing about various family members (her son was a world class bowler). She has an incredible piece of property in Ville Platte, and it looked even more amazing as a rain storm passed through nearly leaving us drenched. From there, it was straight to New Orleans unless you consider our coffee and beignet fix in Lafayette.

The next event on the Bayou wedding agenda was a crawfish boil in New Orleans’ Audubon Park. We showed up with a washerboard to complement the two other washerboards brought in from Ville Platte. The weather called for rain, but it evaded us. …and then it rained crawfish.